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  • When in San Juan, PR this spring, Jenny and I found a tiny little upscale restaurant called Niche. The place couldn't have held more than 20 people between the tables and bar stools.

    This night, there were probably about 10 people in the place. Light was low and primarily supplied by the tea light on each table. The bread was warm and delicious. The drinks were fun and tasty.

    The food was great, but the greatest thing about this intimate little place was the stories we were able to hear when so close and tight with the other diners. An older couple was dining behind us. He was 80 and his wife appear to be a little bit younger. He told stories about having lived in Italy and traveled the world. He could take on anything as long as his wife was coming along with him. She kept him young. It was sweet and honest.

    I found myself wishing I had a photo of this sweet old man, and it wasn't until 3 weeks later that I realized he had made it into my photo of food and drinks. Dark, but there, cataloged unintentionally.
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